[ONDERON] Papers, please?

[Cassanova]

The Corellian sector of the moon-city had become like a home to Juno. Admittedly it was a home full of people who had the intention of killing her, capturing her, and selling her off to the Dark Lord of the Sith for a relatively impressive sum of a little over two million credits - but thats besides the point! Juno had gotten to know the streets of this area well, and her heritage and skills seemed to protect her at least somewhat in the streets that fell within the district. Of course, that was going to be put to the test now, with Juno having secured employment for a particularly nasty task, albeit one that she was appropriately tasked for.

The former Weapons Master and the woman she was tasked with operating with, Vexil Rome, had been charged with pulling an old dusty reclusive Cartel asset from retirement, kicking and screaming - but uninjured. Juno savoured the task of working for the Cartel and not being required to kill. Combat on Nar Shaddaa was all but inevitable, but avoiding death was something that Juno would prefer to handle at a moment's notice.

The Sand Panther was one of the quieter restaurants in the district, but it also happened to serve two functions. The first, of course, was that Juno knew exactly where it was, and was a relatively regular patron there. The second function was that it actually was only a few blocks away from the reputed hiding hole of the famed forger, Borusazne.

Juno had established herself inside, and sporting her newly purchased Rivet-class armour, adorned in a clean white finish, she had adopted a seat near the door. Her lightsaber was clipped securely by a maglock to her back on her belt, running parallel with the ground, and her pistol sat snugly in a close-to-reach holster on her left thigh. Juno had established she was not to be trifled with in this bar, so no one bothered her. The owner usually took problem with fights in his establishment, but Juno had gone out of her way to pay for the repairs, and an additional ten percent. A little bit of humility went a long way, it seemed.

With a water in hand, Juno waited for her fellow Cartel cohort, a woman who apparently outranked her, but all the same, Juno knew that her skills would be the ones taking point on this job.

 

[Vexillar]

Rome walked calmly down the streets. She was dressed for business...the business of finding the people who didn't want to be found. She would be teamed with a woman who had a skill list that ran longer than Rome really cared to dig through. She was a woman of many talents, and she had been around a block or twelve enough times to know her stuff. Rome didn't envy her, she wasn't jealous, this was business. Rome was the senior officer here, but she wasn't about to let that stop her from following this woman's lead. Vexil's own talent list was signficantly shorter, and she needed to change that. Today was not the day, however, as this matter seemed pretty cut and dry...at least that's how she hoped it would be. She was running low on patience for lengthy things with sudden plot twists. She strolled down the street in her ankle boots, jeans, tank top and her brown leather jacket. Her pistol strapped securely to her left hip with her blade on her right, along with her datapad. She had to spring for a new one after a botched slicing attempt, but that was just the way business worked. Oh well. The Sand Panther was her destination for today, and as she walked down the street she kept her mind quiet. This was another attempt for her to get in good with the Cartel, or rather better. She needed all the help she would get for the things she had planned.

Her feet carried her in a heel-toe fashion inside of the establishment. It didn't take long for her to locate her comrade on this assignment. Just looking at her, Rome felt...small. She could tell that this woman wasn't someone to cross. She wasn't anyone that you should poke at. Yeah. Ranks be damned, Rome wasn't about to try and tell this lady how to do her business. Rome walked over to her table and took a seat across from her. Usually Rome favored the seat that gave her a clear view of everything, but she doubted that her safety was an issue in this place with this Juno watching her back. "So you must be Juno Armstrong. Pleasure." She nodded slightly. "Any leads on our target?" Always to business. That's how it was with her. She didn't see a point in playing the humble hostess and having idle chit chat. They were here for work, not play. Afterwards they could talk shop, but the here and now was for business.

 

[Cassanova]

Juno nodded in reply, "Likewise."

It took Juno only a few seconds to identify Vexil as a slicer - then again the datapad wasn't exactly a subtle clue. The combination of Juno and this slicer suggested that there was some security that needed handling; both hominid and digital before they were able to get to the forger himself. The Corellian took a moment to enjoy the irony that the Cartel's string-pullers seemed to know precisely what was needed for a mission, but failed to actually tell its participants. Juno took mental note to keep a careful eye on such patterns as they may save her life one day.

"All we know is that he's holed up a few blocks from here," Juno eyed off Vexil, wondering if she knew the truth about Juno's previous occupation, current bounty, and general dislike for surprises. "That being said, I should expect a fair amount of security, whether Borusazne's own guards, or the general ruffians in the nearby vicinity who just want a brawl. Once we're past that, there's going to be some sort of security measures; automated turrets, blast doors - I don't know. Something that is going to stop us from getting to him."

Juno leaned forward in her chair, politely gesturing to Vexil, "You're the ranking member on this job, its your call. How do we do this?"

 

[Vexillar]

The Slicer pursed her lips slightly at the information. Well suddenly the reason they specifically were picked were called on. Electronic security was of little issue to her, and this woman seemed to be able to handle herself in a fight for sure. Together they could certainly carve a path to their target and drag him back to the Hutts. He just had to be unharmed, which was no problem at all. She leaned her chair back slightly, balancing it on it's two hind legs as she thought. She had a plan, given the fact that their target wasn't too far. Actually that had little to do with it. It was more of the fact that Juno was basically a walking death weapon. Just sitting across from her, Rome felt...less than willing to push her buttons. She was glad this woman was on her side and not the enemy team.

"Well. My plan is to have you go in, see what you can do to convince him to come peacefully. Stall. My specialty, as you no doubt know, is slicing. While you're going in from the front, I can try to hop onto their net. I'm sure one of the guards has an access point I can break down such..." She seemed to lose her voice while she got lost in thought. "Sorry. That's just my idea though. Mostly cause the biggest threat I can imagine being in there is the security system. If this guy worked with the Hutts, then he knows we can find him, as you just point out. So no doubt the security he will have will be rather...annoying as well. Taking down the electronics will make our job much easier." She shrugged and set her chair down. Placing her arms on the table and leaning forward slightly. "However, my rank aside, you are not green, who has never seen the combat field. Clearly. So what ideas did you have? I'm curious." She tilted her head curiously.

 

[Cassanova]

Juno gave a short, assertive nod to the assumption that she wasn't green. Juno was about as un-green as it got. She had been involved in combat operations for twenty two years, and had been in several tight spots previously to that as well. Nonetheless, the time was now, and Juno had a job to do. "I think before we do any splitting up we should do, at least, a visual scout together. At least that way we both have a rough idea of external security, exits and possible reinforcements. My," Juno fumbled around the word; no longer making much reason of hiding her skill set, "…my abilities will allow me to get a small glimpse as to whats inside the building, but I won't know how much until we get there."

"Once we know, roughly, what we're up against, I assume we'll split up. If you can disengage the electronic defences, I can get right up to Borusazne. Once I've secured him, you come in and re-activate the defences, securing us inside with him for as long as we need." Juno nodded assertively, "We'll get him to comply, and once we do; we'll just walk out of there like we had just visited a friend for a cup of jawa juice."

Plans, of course, were like opinions. Everyone had one, and even the most researched opinions and plans had flaws. Juno knew all too well that when those flaws in the plan revealed themselves, lives were on the line. Despite being a criminal, Vexil Rome had the entire skill set of the Weapons Master being set to the task of protecting her. Juno only hoped that, at minimum, she could preserve as much life as possible inside the building.

 

[Vexillar]

She smiled at the word choices there.

So Juno had more to her than met the eyes. That was good. Rome liked that in a partner. The plan was solid, and it did have merit. Rome was still not entirely used to working in a group, so she preferred skipping to the alone bit, but it was wise to go as a group first to take inventory of things first. It wouldn't bode well if they were caught off guard and separated. Plus it would give Rome a chance to see the outside electronics. Sometimes there was an "in" on the outside. With the Slicer Chips she bought she hoped that if there was an unprotected node on the outside that it would be easily accessible.

Still.

She nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Hopefully your skills at convincing people are top notch. Higher-ups made him seem like a stubborn old guy. I've had my fair share of stubborn elderly..." A silent reference to her mother...